Darin Collins Show I Song 11


11. Crow’s Cry

I’m a statue frozen still,
crows in the wind, blood on the snow;
no-one to be found, an empty window.
Zoom in on ant’s trail, busy moving;
making a living grooving to their rhythm.
My sword is clean but I can’t stab anymore,
my killing muscles weak from rust
but I must just try to bust a move but who can I trust?
Because I still hear the crows cry,
the wind in the trees,
my knees shiver;
a ripple on this frozen lake.

Trust no-one,
but do the opposite.
Stop being a source of light, just try it destroy it just try it destroy it,
my best friend became a digital scar,
I know you want to cry but I’m earning my guitar.
I’m burning my fire, my funeral pyre, the harder I try.
I’m blooming they said, how god damn amusing,
because I still hear the crows cry,
the wind in the trees,
my knees shiver;
a ripple on this frozen lake.

These pins holding me down in this butterfly cemetery
have my logo stamped into their heads,
whatever I choose, my blood trickles loose, my neck in the noose,
and all I ever chose to do was trust in you,
but I still hear the crows cry,
the wind in the trees,
my knees shiver;
A ripple on this frozen lake.

You can read more about Darin Collins and this song here.